I used to lay in bed and think about fun stuff to do with friends, something cute to say to a girl I was interested in or maybe some plans that we’d both enjoy. But all I can think about now and how much I just want things to stop.

Once again I’ve thrown myself into my own pit of fruitless ambitions, painful endeavors and misplaced hope. They say the things with the most worth don’t come easily, but to me it seems the hardest things are no real value.